I begin here in winter, the air more translucent and conductive, breathing falling. In dusk, my face ever changing, your cycles before me. I stood in sapphire lightning, feeling Hashem’s love consistent in all forms of reason synthesize me. I suppose it was want, mixed with compassion and need that just kept whispering and giving until I prayed that it would give me my leave. Dusk is seldom a rite in the dominion of Yotsehr Or’, but on that day, that star bound shrinking day, when the winds poured with their sweet soulful waters, that interesting day, HaKadosh, Baruch Hu kissed my mouth with life and made me, there was dusk, sounding twilight until darkness became like glass. From my entrance dusk cries out to dusk, in answer light cries out to light and E’in Sof eternal rung unto rung I climbed and was delivered.
Ripping husk of famine, layer upon layer, it recalls me and this second time it leaves me. Sound grows deeper at dusk, the light specters that have been playing most of the day turn their age and the sparkle in their eye settles, somewhat like watching the sand descend to its last grain in the hourglass, the window shade descending on a bright winter day. Adon Olam,in dusk my assignment, my lasting grace. This worn shelter you have stated, this internal wisdom you created, my delicate seed. This is a wilderness in which you play my destiny, this bone held lodging upon sinking sand. In unadorned razed ramparts I ask you my Emet, and with your energy, with your consideration, without pause, YHWH-Rapha you become me. No entity, no earthbound accommodation, beyond me separation calls out to separation, in answer atom calls out to atom and HaMakom present rung unto rung I climbed and was received.
Genetic revelation, prognosis by change, a gift of resurrection, infernal insight, enflamed creation, dawn it rides hard before me, HaRachaman in mercy, aware never leaving unto you before sapphire, I am. Electrical destiny, where you take me Ehiyeh sh’Ehiyeh, I am before me resurrection you release me to fly! Renewal awakened, blind judgment forsaken, these questions are answered I will follow no dark prophet, let alone will you ever let me die. Uri Gol blessed beauty in this your era, resurrection from fire, a place of your kindness, here surrounded by dross Mechayeh Metim returning forever you have given me breath. This is thunder unrestrained by behavior, revived before Eden to see G-ds pure eyes. In life of this Torah, a resurrection as blind calls out to blind, in answer sight calls out to sight and Tzur Israel resurrects me so that rung after rung I climb and I am born with fire in my feet, Adoshem, one G-D of creation I am resurrected free. – דָּנִיֵּאל 04/06/2014